"That my crazy curious friend, is a pile of sea treasure," the palmie replied, not bothering to look up at the two creatures. He hadn't realized the question was directed at him.
The pile of sea treasures looked more like sea trash. Not even sea shells but bottle caps, broken glass a few of those plastic bear can holders that were not cut. There was a pen that didn't have the ink cartridge and the front cover of a book weighed down by a small pile of loose change.
The palmie turned finally, swaying to an unheard tune. Sway-shakity-shake-shake-shake Sway-shakity-shake-shake-shake...
"What brings you two swinging cats here, hmm? Most people don't just come here unless they have business,"